I used to love Chopin’s nocturnes,
And Paganini’s Romance, believing
The night is made for lovers.
But now I am a night singer
Singing alone with my tired voice
For all the sad and weary souls.
The owls are sound asleep,
The nightingales are silent,
But I will not stop singing.
I am a night singer of hopes
And dreams for a better tomorrow
When tears will turn into joy.


Wong, P. T. P. (2011). A Night Singer. Dr. Paul T. P. Wong. http://www.drpaulwong.com/a-night-singer/